Other beautiful chance encounters while walking in Delafield.

The Kehrein former blacksmith shop and adjacent residence, also located close to the Bark River and the Delafield bridge. More about the history of these buildings and their inhabitants may be found on our webpage "The Odyssey."   

The Village of Delafield has made many provisions to accommodate resident children and their playful activities. With them in mind, the village has erected a befitting sculpture, depicted above. It is located across the post office close to the bridge that crosses the

Bark River.

Inside the edifice presented above, one surprisingly finds a much older depiction of the structure.

Judging by the motor vehicle visible, this much older photograph may be placed in the later

​decades of the 19th century. 

The City of Delafield, today, with nearly 8,000 inhabitants, had its early roots in the 19th century.

The Bark River that had already meandered through the city's early development, was eventually harvested by Mr. Joseph Stengl, a German immigrant, for the natural benefit of his "Olde Mill" in 

1840. (See above) The presently still existing solidly and strongly built edifices testify to the long lasting importance and influence of German immigration to the United States of America.

Heide and Charity, a gifted musician and vocalist from Waukesha.

A third, but definitely not less appreciated former settlement established in Delafield, is the G.J. Hahn Meat Market, Metzgerei in the German language. The modern, updated building, with present-day vehicles in front, currently serves as a trendy, award-winning hair salon. Please note the

picture below.

​Welcome IRIS!

Crowns are much more than those who are entitled to wear them.
They are a symbol for the entirety of a cultural whole and the idea
of enlightened statesmanship.

The pipe and drum section of St. John's Northwestern Military Academy's band.

The Highground, Neillsville, Wisconsin.

The three photographs depicted above have been taken by

H.S.H. Dame Heide A.M. Princess Gulgowski-Doliwa, The Duchess of Schlesien-Glogau. 

During ancient times, thousands of years prior to the arrival of the first European settlers, the warriors of the initial 500 (plus) Native Nations, defended their individual realm against the trespassers of their neighbors. These battles were only very rarely fought over territory, but primarily for obtaining food stuffs to make it through the nearly unforgiving harshness of the North American winters. 

The original burial mound pictured above, here resembling a high-flying eagle, 

has been placed here during earlier times to honor the bravery, sacrifice and perseverance of fallen Native warriors, very much so as we honor our fallen and wounded heroes today.  

The Native Nations of this country have not just been the stewards of this land, but also its most staunch defenders, in the past as well as in the present.  The Native American flag shown above is that of the Seneca Nation.


Naturally, such views are not of long duration since our feathered friends have good reason to be weary of humans, who had nearly wiped them from the skies of Wisconsin in the past. Now that they have achieved a limited comeback, we look at them with great awe and satisfaction for as long as such moments will allow. 

Our walk around Delafield, offers to the observant nature lover many pleasant surprises, especially during autumn. If our highly esteemed readers focus their eyes to the central portion of the photograph above, they will definitely notice four cranes who have assembled here to prepare for their flight down south.

And last, but not least, we like to treat our highly appreciated readers

to the chapel turned into a bridal store as it presents itself in its annual 

Halloween pumpkin splendor.

And as a reward for our efforts, nature treats us with a view of a Sandhill crane endeavoring to catch his breakfast.

We have arrived in the village of Summit.

En route we enjoy the opportunity to observe beautiful residences in natural settings.

In the latter case, we follow the above pictured combined bicycle / pedestrian trail

to the village of Summit. 

Still, sometimes we feel more energetic and consequently walk longer distances, 

which is especially true during autumn.

I, Paul, am glad to be home, so I may rest in our well-air-conditioned home.

Heide is glad, too, because she may now dedicate herself to preparing our midday meal. :-(

The last 200 meters are a breeze, because they are downhill.

​​On the last stretch home, one cannot help but develop a close kinship to the 

"Wichita Lineman."  

Naturally, we have the option to alter the basic direction of our daily recreational walk;

however, one way or the other, we pass the one and only water fountain of Delafield, always a refreshing and delightful sight.

Right behind the "boutique church" one encounters the Lumber Inn, presently owned and managed by a young and courteous Mexican Immigrant, who has made out of this place a "gold mine." 

The Lumber Inn is the most popular eatery in downtown Delafield, frequented by old and young people from all walks of life. 

On our knees, we thank our all powerful Creator that we may spend our sunset years in as beautiful an area of this world as this Kettle Moraine of Wisconsin:

Meaning in the Chippewa language "Grassy Place."

To this end, we are equally grateful to the first and most dedicated stewards of this land, the First Nations of this continent.

For this reason, the senior members of the Princely and Ducal House Gulgowski-Doliwa and Chev. Ulisses Count Rolim had themselves respectfully photographed with Chief One Onti of the Huron Nation on a recent visit to Canada. 

Once upon a time, this church served the spiritual needs of a military community. Then it became Army surplus and found its way to the village of Delafield during the time of its initial growth. Now, times have changed again and the "defrocked" church has just become a bridal and ladies' formal attire store and gallery.

The ground floor of the condominiums featured above hosts various specialty stores, which sell eastern spices, French perfumes, exotic breads and Asian antiques.

What else could anybody's heart desire?

And just in case, we have forgotten to buy a few vital items in our greater supermarket, the above "Daybreak" convenience store and gas station will help us out.

On our way back, we wave a very temporary good-bye to the fish hatchery administration building. After all, tomorrow, we shall be back once again.

Entering the main "drag" of Delafield, quaint little shops bid us and the tourists welcome.

Our footpath eventually runs into a secondary street that leads to the adventure playground pictured above.

Hunting is not allowed in this region.

Hence, the animals, seen and unseen, immensely enjoy this enchanted stretch of woodland.

On rare occasions, we commence our conditioning walk later than nine o'clock in the morning. Then, when we reach the area depicted above, the sun will punish us for our tardiness and extract more sweat from us. But we can handle it, tough as we are.

As we walk, the Bark River continues its silent flow to a small lake beyond, its final destination in the Lake Country Kettle Moraine.

Eventually, our wooden pathway spills out into a marshy wetland area. During autumn, cranes make this marsh their favorite feeding ground.

Western Delafield, visited by two couples of Sandhill cranes.

A partially clouded sky, shadows provided by benevolent trees and an occasional draft of wind make these paths a delightful pastime for physical activities.

Prince Paul, the Duke of Schlesien-Glogau, in his most unassuming leisure attire, walks his appointed road to continued and hopefully still long-lasting health.

Viewing his backside, it is clearly visible, that he has lost already an immense amount of excess weight.    

Along our exercise path, we encounter many small but thoughtfully arranged American war memorials, ranging from the pre-revolutionary wars all the way up to the more recent war in Afghanistan.

We have selected to show our distinguished readers the war memorial dedicated to World War I, the war that was supposed to end all wars, which, of course, was a pre-ordained illusion. Still, here it is, largely since Baron J. v. Look, OIC, the late grandfather of the author of this article, fought in it.

Naturally, few fish and fowl or any other animals can be observed on a frequent basis as we pursue our appointed path; however, as a small consolation price, "Amalie" the turtle greets us nearly every day. 

At this point of our nature walk, the Bark River flows to our right and the fish pond above forms the left boundary to our walkway.

The above bridge allowed us to cross the Bark River.

This body of water is home to many fish and water fowl.

No walk through nature would be complete without crossing a bridge now and then.

Walking through God's gorgeous nature does wonders for one's psyche.

Aah, nature, here we come!

Soon after having taken a right turn at the small Delafield shopping center, the petite Norwegian-style Episcopal chapel of St. Chrysostom comes into sight. Here we will enter a small forested area.

Our European friends may find this difficult to believe, but tourists as far away as Canada arrive here to shop in these business establishments.

Once the light-blue colored antique shop comes into sight, we are approaching the downtown area of Delafield.

A look into one of the enchanting side streets.

This edifice holds a dubious distinction of being "a witch's house."

During Halloween it boosts decorations that support this contention.

From our village pathway, we are privileged to view many of the older residences within our village. Some of them sell in the million dollar range.

Appearances are on occasion deceiving.

This cemented pathway goes actually right through the village of Delafield.

At this house, where we must turn left, we were frequently greeted by a wonderful and pleasant Airedale ​Terrier named Daisy, who has recently passed over the "Rainbow Bridge."​ R.I.P. dear Daisy! Her owners welcomed a new, equally great Airedale lady to their household.  

Our neighbor's house.

The street on which we live.

Strict doctor's orders and dedicated personal convictions motivate us to embark every weekday morning on our health-enhancing and strength-maintaining conditioning walk through the quaint and picturesque village of Delafield, Wisconsin.

By writing and pictorially documenting this experience in exercise walking, we satisfy not just our own inclinations but also those of our longtime cordial friends and acquaintances.

In this report, we will, by and large, allow our photographs do the talking.  

Walking and Staying Healthy in Delafield, Wisconsin